“Okay, mate. Baby, do you want a lukewarm sauvignon blanc or a two-pound rosé?” “Surprise me.” “Aight.” He leans over to pick up the bottle, and then diverts his direction and kisses me hard on the mouth. I gasp against his lips. “Zack!” “I was surprising you! Sorry, wasn’t that what you meant?” I reach up and tug at his man-bun, making him growl.
